Historical legitimacy

Not content with upstaging Kerry’s French kiss (‘our oldest ally’) – Obama gave us Brits a hug (‘our closest ally’) – the Prez entered even deeper archival waters with a reference to the USA as ‘the oldest constitutional democracy’.

Well! Where to start? If he had said ‘written’ it would be easier to swallow – since our well-informed schoolboy is aware that the UK’s constitution ain’t – at least not in one convenient volume; and nor was the constitution of any of the other oft-quoted candidates for the honour – like Ancient Greece, Iceland or the Isle of Man. We of course prefer the term ‘parliamentary’ to make our claim to being first, ignoring inter alia the three just mentioned.

But why, you may ask, did Obama make the claim at all? Backside is of the opinion that the White House speech-writers cannot resist any opportunity to reasssure the citizenry that Uncle Sam might make warm noises about his friends abroad but they’d better not forget who really brought power to the people first. In the beginning was Uncle Sam. The word was with Uncle Sam and the word was Uncle Sam. Amen.

The power of the people

Prime Minister David Cameron speaks during a debate on Syria in the House of Commons, central London.Just occasionally the Great British Public’s voice is heard above the political and diplomatic babble. We don’t want to fire another shot from the hip at another Arab despot whose behaviour we can’t stomach. We don’t accept the ‘findings of the security community’ as justification for intervening in somebody else’s war. We don’t do gun-boats any more or buy into the ‘judgement calls’ of an over-zealous Cabinet. We think the grand ole US of A can please its bloody self, kill some putative terrorists and regret its actions later – or not. We are separated by more than a common language from their culture, their obsession with Israel and their lack of perspective on most important issues.

PS I am reminded by WordPress that this is my 400th post popped through the Chariot letterbox. Sorry.

Peer without peer (or pier)

It’s fragrant Archer day in the meeja. Hisself is singing the praises of the resort formerly known as Bombay (hardly his eponymous Weston with its new pier), while ‘er indoors is singing his.

Married for 47 years: Mary and Jeffrey Archer

What is he up to this time with this shameless relaunch? Does he think that we have memories as selective as his? Does she still need to justify playing Tammy Wynette to his Walter Mitty?

Or will we have to swallow another round of grease-laden wisdom from his unctuous pen?

Here ‘s the stuff: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/celebritytravel/10261973/Jeffrey-Archers-Mumbai-My-Kind-of-Town.html and http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2401204/Most-men-need-wife-pump-ego-Jeffrey-needed-puncture-A-fascinating-insight-famously-colourful-marriage-MARY-ARCHER.html

Hey pal! See you! Shcum so ye are!

Rab-C-Nesbitt(Apologies to Jay Dubya about the weegie stereotype but he cracks me up.)

The Beeb are most definitely over egging the pudding. In fact I would say there isn’t any pudding just egg.

Apparently this year there is going to be some kind of sports afternoon in ol’ Rab’s neck o the woods.

Yesterday the website selling tickets opened for business then promptly had a seizure and shut down again. The Beeb reports “because of the overwhelming demand … yada yada yada”. It turns out, there were 16,000 people trying to get a ticket. Most of those will be corporates and touts looking to make a quick shilling no doubt and yes some of them will be genuine fans of sport who would like to watch some pillock throw a stick further than another pillock.

Here’s the eggy bit. The Weegie website fell over because 0.025% of the UK population tried to use it.  16K out of 64 million people doesn’t exactly sound like a stampede to me, but the Beeb reckon its a landslide.

On the flip side of the coin. A wee note tae a’ ye sweaties who wad be free.

If you can’t even put together a www page for a “global event” that can withstand a miniscule portion of people looking sideways at it before it self destructs, perhaps being expected to tie your own shoelaces is not for you. Maybe you had better leave things like running a country to the grown ups.

I knew it!

As Backside anticipated (he’s good at that), the Diana saga is not yet over, despite the predominance of fat ladies (and gentlemen) singing far too soon.

Would you be surprised if an SAS unit had been ordered to sort out the little problem of Diana consorting with the son of a rich, Arab persona non grata? Are you surprised to learn that Big Ears has his own ‘placements’ among the staff of several Ministries?

Yes, of course, but the facts might yet shake your convictions.

Another 15 minutes with Backside

A woman receives a brain scan

Like yours, my hate level depends on the importance of the issue; so I really really hate pseudo-philosophy. This time it’s the Beeb seeking to link physical illness to the concept of free will.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-23666726

As far as I can see (which on a clear day is forever), this article is a PC attempt to forgive (oh no, not again) people for behaving badly when they get ill. Er, excuse me, but the law of the land does differentiate between the healthy and sick with its rulings on being ‘fit to plead’ and for me that will do. Don’t necessarliy lock up the deviant in a regular jail, just keep him out of (his own) harm’s way. That’s the only concession necessary because the concept of free will is about normal people under normal conditions – not when they are sick or constrained to commit felonies or wha’ever. And your or my deliberate (that is free) decisions about diet, narcotics, social behaviour and sexual preferences are not excuses for lenient treatment from the rest of society. So get over it and find another get-out-of-jail-free card.

15 minutes with Backside, 5

“In Greece tax inspectors have found that one in two businesses are cheating them. The rate is 56% on tourist islands like Mykonos and Crete, ” quoth Gavin of the Beeb, as if we should be shocked or otherwise impressed by the new-found diligence of the taxman.

Now bear in mind that I’m just a cynical old businessman who visited the Med and Middle East for 25 years from around the time the UK joined the EU (or somesuch). So I could be considered unduly aware of these things, eh? But to my certain knowledge business in those parts has long been conducted in ways least likely to benefit the Revenue or conform to local regulations.

My pic shows Mykonos mills used for public servants to tilt at.

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15 minutes with Backside, 4

Allegedly sixty people in London took exception to this bus and asked the Advertising Standards Authority to can it.

Now apart from the fact that the campaign would be more effective if conducted in several foreign languages, it strikes me as a highly relevant approach to a growing problem.

No more Mr Nice Guy.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-23632096

15 minutes with Backside, 3

First edition of the Treaty of Utrecht

My most jingoistic hackles rise whenever I see that the pesky Spanish are trying to negate the Treaty of Utrecht (1713) by which, with the agreement of everybody who was anybody at the time, Gibraltar was granted to GB in perpetuity, together with Minorca, Newfoundland and St Kitts thrown in for good measure. Not long after there was a bit of a scrap over Minorca and GB gave it up. Fair enough. Newfoundland of course was discovered by Vikings yonks before and should be returned to them but nobody can be bothered to argue about it.

What I don’t get is why Spain doesn’t tell the French they want to negate the Treaty of the Pyrenees (1659) under whose terms bits of Catalonia west of Perpignan were parcelled out. Surely it’s all Spanish land really – using the same arguments employed to claim Gibraltar?

What say you, cherished reader? Am I missing something here?

15 minutes with Backside, 2

British politics has had its pantomime villains down the years but nobody, I submit, as deliciously villainous as Burlesquoni, the Abanazar of the year-round theatre that is Italian life! I mean, we’ve all booed at Prezza and whistled at Archer but their misdemeanours pale in comparison to Baron Bunga-bunga.

Even now – when he’ll have to do community service – he might still qualify for public office! Imagine the scene: a PM giving singing and dancing lessons for free to disadvantaged immigrants from North Africa.

Grazie, Silvio!